A young lady dressed in a new satin gown walks with her escort into a magnificent ballroom lit by the hundreds of candles in the crystal chandeliers overhead. She scans the room, hoping to see the young man she met during her afternoon stroll in Kensington Park yesterday. She bubbles with excitement when she spots him but maintains her external demur, and she hopes his name will end up on one of the lines on the dance card around her wrist. Meanwhile, a farmer opens the door